Tuesday, January 24, 2017

The Kind of Protest I Choose

I've sat here for an hour, trying to find a topic for today's blog. The things echoing through my mind are the photo of one of the women's march participants shrouded in a vagina costume and the ones of the women in various stages of undress, slogans painted across their bare chests.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, what do those pictures say?

I'll let you draw your own conclusions.

There are all kinds of protests, but the one that I've never forgotten is the Poor People's Campaign, organized by Martin Luther King.

I didn't understand what it meant, but I knew it was important.

Protestors left Marks, Mississippi in mule-drawn wagons, headed toward Washington D.C. It was the spring of 1968, not long after Rev. King was assassinated.

My mama carried my sister and me to see the protestors. We parked on the side of the road and stood beside the car. Silent. Watching.

The mules, heads down, pulled the wagons. Protestors sat quietly as the mules walked, the wheels turned. It was slow progress, but it was real.

There was no doubt in my mind that something powerful was happening. I didn't understand it, but I knew, at the core of my being, that life would change.

And it did.

No one dressed in vulgar costumes. No one shouted obscenities. No one waved blasphemous signs.

They counted the cost and took a stand.

That one protest will always be the epitome of effective protest for me. Quiet. Peaceful. Intense. Powerful.

Not everything was rosy and beautiful when they reached Washington, but that moment in time, watching at the side of the road, stands out in my mind. It's a sharp contrast to protests like the recent Women's March on Washington.

I recognize that there are inequalities. I'd like to see them corrected, and I've tried to accomplish that very thing. I went to college, then medical school, worked hard, made it through.

There was sexual harassment. I took it for a while, then I counted the cost and took a stand. When I spoke up, it was clear I meant business. I didn't shout, carry a sign, or wear a costume.

When I stood up to the bullies, they stopped. Because that's what bullies do. They back down when confronted.

I practiced medicine, worked hard, made it through. No one bullied me. No one treated me differently because of my gender.

I know inequality still exists. I expect that, as long as there is evil in the world, inequality in some form will always exist.

I know that most of the protestors probably dressed in regular clothes. The media has, as usual, shown us the most outrageous, because that's what draws views and makes money.

I'm not opposed to peaceful assembly and I support the right to free speech. I'm not opposed to the recent march. I'm not even opposed to costumes that look outrageous to me.

My grandmama taught me something, though, that we'd all do well to remember. Especially the people in the vagina costumes.

Actions speak louder than words.

"... let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth." 1 John 3:18 niv.

We demonstrate who we are (and whose we are) by what we do, so we'd do well to choose our actions wisely.

The most effective protestor of all time was Jesus Christ. He entered a world filled with violence, poverty, oppression, and cruelty, and He chose love. Every single time. He chose sacrifice. Open-handed giving. Equality. Peace.

In a male-dominated culture, women traveled with Jesus, and demonstrated, by their lives, the power of Christ to transform.

After the resurrection, His followers chose love, as well, and that love was unstoppable. It changed the world and turned it right side up.

I doubt I'll ever protest with signs, slogans, costumes, or marches. I hope to spend the rest of my life protesting the evil in this world by choosing love. Demonstrating love. Giving it freely and without complaint.

From helping at soup kitchens to collecting supplies for the homeless, to helping rebuild homes after disasters (and everything in between), I want to be a change-agent of love in this struggling world.

Today, look for the evil, inequality, and injustice around you and take a stand. Make a difference. Protest like Jesus did, and let your actions help change the world. Pursue mercy and justice. Use words if you must, but protest with love.

"And now remain faith, hope, love, these three, but the greatest of these is love." 1 Cor. 13:13 nasb

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